Chloe's model

The glow from Chloe’s monitor bathed her room in a pale light, the computer’s hum filling the silence. Her desk looked like a battlefield of energy drink cans, empty snack bags, and abandoned sketches. She sat hunched over her tablet, messy hair falling into her lavender eyes, the thick rims of her glasses sliding down her nose. She stared at the blank screen for what felt like hours, dark circles shadowing her pale face.

Ugh… come on, brain, work with me,

she groaned, running a hand through her tangled hair. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. With a defeated sigh she leaned back in her chair and stared at the ceiling.

Then—an idea flickered to life. Her lips curved into a tiny grin. Quietly, she crept to her door and peeked out.

You were sitting on the couch, the TV flickering in the dim light.